Viper - Transcript
Seton: Your car keys, Mr. Cole. Hand them over.
[Cole punches Seton's thugs. Seton pulls a gun.]
Seton: Don't make me shoot you.
Cole: Okay. [Swings at Seton but thugs restrain him.]
Hawks: Hold on, Jesse. We don't want to mess up that pretty
little face of his just yet.
[They inject Cole with a drug that knocks him out.]
Seton: Check his pockets. Wallets, watches, everthing, then
throw him in the trunk. You take the Viper. Get used to driving
it.
[Cole wakes up and finds himself tied to a chair in Seton's hideout.]
Seton: [sarcastically] I'm so sorry. Did we wake you? Please
excuse the noise; we're preparing your quarters downstairs.
Cole: What is this place?
Seton: Welcome to bedlam.
Cole: [unconvinced] Bedlam.
Seton: Actually it was probably called Metro Institute for
the Criminally Demented or some such euphemism before it was closed
down. But an insane asylum by any name was its [?] to that [?] loony
bins.
Cole: That where you're from?
Seton: [chuckles] No, I'm originally from Yorkshire. Forgive
me for not properly introducing myself. Giles Seton at your service.
Don't get up.
Cole: You built the Viper complex.
Seton: Excellent, Mr. Cole. I was the engineer in charge.
Did a hell of a job too — converting an abandoned subway station
into a high-tech command center — if I say so myself.
Cole: And now you've decided to add kidnapping to your list
of accomplishments.
Seton: Yes. It's a sad story. See, I did quite a few highly
classified projects for the government before they gave me the boot.
Cole: And, of course, you didn't deserve it.
Seton: In the kiss-off letter, the Pentagon threw out accusations
about me receiving kick-backs. They never proved anything.
Cole: What do you want with me?
Seton: Nothing, Mr. Cole. I want your car.
Cole: Didn't you already steal it?
Seton: Oh yes, I have the Viper, but what I'm really interested
in is that rather unique silver vehicle of yours.
Cole: I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.
Seton: Don't play coy with me. I've spent many hours staking
out you and the complex. I've watched you driving in and out of
the secret entrances which I designed. Now mostly you are in the
Viper. But on some days — days when the newspapers can only
offer a vague speculation about an unusual way a crime was solved
— I know it is you zooming about in your armed silver car.
Cole: And you want me to tell you where it is.
Seton: That sort of thing would be a good place to start,
yes. Otherwise, I shall have to resort to more extreme measures
of soliciting your help.
Cole: Sounds like a real picnic, but people are gonna be
looking for me.
Seton: I assure you, you won't be missed nearly as much
as you think.
[In Seton's hideout.]
Seton: I hope we can get this over with as quickly as possible.
Cole: Whatever you're gonna do, Seton, I don't have anything
to tell ya.
Seton: That would be fine with my young associate here,
Jesse. In spite of everything I've taught him, Jesse still has a
penchant for violence. He'd much rather give you a good beating
than simply ask questions. Some people stay stuck in their old behavior
patterns but I, on the other hand, I like to try new things. For
instance, I wonder if there's an old instruction manual lying around
on how to conduct a frontal lobotomy.
Cole: Weren't you paying attention when they did yours?
[Jesse looks ready to punch Cole.]
Seton: Jesse, please. You'll have your turn, unless, of
course, Mr. Cole wants to skip the nasty parts and jump right into
telling us about that crime-fighting vehicle?
Cole: This car you think you've seen, what would you do
with it anyway?
Seton: I'd learn all I could about its systems and operation
from you, and then I'd sell the technology to the highest bidder.
Allow me to introduce you to Jesse's cousin. Harry! We have a guest.
[Harry steps up with a blow torch.]
Seton: Now you may not actually have met the Pollocks, but
you will be familiar with their work. They're the follow-home robbers
that all Metro's been talking about.
Cole: So you're behind that too.
Seton: It's a way of getting that silver car of yours out
into the open, particulary if my people can't find it, or if you
won't tell me what I need to know. Jesse...
Jesse: Tell Mr. Seton what he wants or I'll bust your head
open.
Seton: Harry, come and give your cousin a hand.
Jesse: Hold the chair, Harry. [Jesse punches Cole.]
[Later...]
Hawks: [on the phone] Yeah, it's me, Hawks. I'm the only
one in the complex right now.
Seton: Have you found the car?
Hawks: I haven't seen anything like you described. You sure
that silver thing even exists?
Seton: It's there. You're just not looking in the right
place.
Hawks: Well, I don't have much time. What do you want me
to do?
Seton: First I'll have to switch Cole's security information
for yours.
Hawks: Well you're going to have to walk me through it.
Seton: I plan to. Listen carefully. We'll start by reprogramming
your fingerprints into the system....
[In Seton's hideout.]
Hawks: Is he dead?
Seton: No. The Pollocks weren't able to beat any information
out of him.
Hawks: Hell, it doesn't matter. I found it.
Seton: Fantastic! Where was it?
Hawks: I've been driving it. It's the Viper. When it turns
into that silver thing it's all tripped out.They call it the Defender
but it's the same car.
Seton: It transforms?
Hawks: The damnedest thing I've ever seen. All you do is
flip a switch.
Seton: Hawks, you and I are going to be very rich men.
Hawks: So what do we do with him?
Seton: Oh, there are still some things he can help us with.
Hawks: Well, can't you get the information you need out
of those computer files I sent?
Seton: Even with access to the files, I still can't begin
to break their coding system.
Hawks: Okay, so after we get their codes, we can kill him,
right, 'cause I don't want anyone else looking like me.
Seton: Any problems so far?
Hawks: No, not that I can't handle.
Seton: That complex I designed is rather impressive, don't
you think?
Hawks: Hell, I'm a little more impressed with my partner,
Westlake.
Seton: You keep your mind on business.
Hawks: I don't need you telling me what to do, Seton.
Seton: Yes, you do. If it weren't for me, you would probably
be right behind bars by now.
Hawks: I'm the one taking the risks here! [Holds a blow
torch up to Seton's face.] It's my face that got cut to match his,
and it's my ass on the line. I want a 50-50 split.
Seton: Now you agreed—
Hawks: That was before I knew what sacrifices I'd have to
make.
Seton: All right, 50-50. We'll split everything down the
middle.
Hawks: Good.
[Cole is trying to break the bars of his cage.]
Seton: That won't do any good, Mr. Cole. Harry's an excellent
welder.
Cole: I'm glad he's [?] something.
Seton: So, are you ready for another dance?
Cole: Not unless you change the song. I'm getting real bored
with that last one.
Seton: Oh, yes. Everything's new. The lyrics, the music,
the dance floor... Even the drug. It's still in the experimental
stage, from the scopolamine atrophin family.
Cole: Truth serum.
Seton: Yes. Better than sodium pentathol apparently. The
challenge, you see, is to control the extent to which it distorts
perception. Now just relax. It might be fun. [Injects Cole with
the drug.] There. At this stage, you don't have anything to lose.
I already have the Defender.
Cole: How?
Seton: My driver's in the complex right now.
Cole: You're lying.
Seton: No. Name's Terry Hawks. He's a career criminal out
of Miami. His specialty was arson but under my tutelage he's become
rather an expert con man.
Cole: And you got in the defense.
Seton: Better than that. We got in with you. Actually, he
is you. It's amazing what can be done with plastic surgery these
days.
Cole: My partners'll know.
Seton: Don't count on that. Thanks to my meticulous coaching,
Hawks' voice and mannerisms are very nearly perfect. When it comes
down to it, just about anybody's replacable.
Cole: You got the car. What do you need my alive for?
Seton: Because you can help me with a few particulars.
Cole: Like?
Seton: Like how to shut off the homing signal, for one.
No point taking the Defender if the Feds can just track it down.
So, go on. Tell me the code.
Jesse: Answer him. [Slaps Cole.] Wake up! Answer him!
Cole: [drowsily] What was the question?
Seton: Give me the proper code for cutting off the Defender's
homing device.
Jesse: You answer him, or do I have to beat it out of you!?!
Seton: Jesse, that wouldn't do it, but a little more of
this just might.... just so long as it doesn't kill him. [Pause.]
Truth serum. [?] It should have worked.
Cole: [drowsily] It did work. Truth is, I'm not telling
ya anything.
[Jesse confronts Hawks after hearing that he killed Harry.]
Hawks: Did you happen to see Westlake with me?
Jesse: No.
Hawks: I was there, man. I should have stopped her. It was
a horrible mistake. I feel awful about it, Jesse.
Seton: So you're saying Westlake fired the Defender's guns.
Hawks: When Harry pulled his pistol, Westlake panicked and
hit a button. Now you know I'm still learning about the controls
in that thing. I didn't know what she was doing, Jesse.
Jesse: You know we were best friends since we were little
kids. I taught him how to ride a bike, for God's sake!
Hawks: Your cousin was a nice kid, Jesse. I keep telling
ya how sorry I am.
Jesse: You're not sorry enough. [Walks away.]
Seton: Why do I always have such trouble believing you?
Hawks: [grins] 'Cause I always lie.
Seton: You're pathological! Why'd you kill him?
Hawks: More money for us.
Seton: So you're going to kill Jesse next?
Hawks: Naw, I don't feel much like chasing him right now.
I might as well do you first. [Shoots Seton.]
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